I think it’s called “getting lucky,” for a reason. There was *certainly* an element of luck involved in my previous 3 hookups, all of which came from dating apps. They could’ve just as easily swiped on someone else, or bailed on the actual date. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Honestly, you could argue that had I not mentioned that obscure fucking indie show to Sara, we wouldn’t have fucked that night, and I would’ve still been a virgin. Every action or inaction leads to something else.
I could’ve just as easily not kept in touch with Lauren after college. She could’ve just as easily not found out about her boyfriend’s cheating, or just not have posted it to social media. I could’ve just as easily not seen the post, or just as easily not have reached out. But here we were.
As I mentioned earlier, *someone* had to fuck her. It was “someone else” for the majority of my life. Well, I was gonna toss my hat in the ring every chance I got going forward, which is why I was the one about to get laid.
I had/have no delusions about who I am. I’m not the tallest, or best looking, or most fit. I don’t have the most money or the biggest dick. There’s always gonna be someone better out there on paper. All I can do is be bold, be upfront about my intentions, go after what I want, and if I get it, be as good a lover as I possibly can be. Those are the things I can control. Everything else isn’t worth thinking about.
Anyway, fast forward to the hookup. Things couldn’t have worked out better in terms of logistics. I was living with two male roommates at the time, so privacy was an issue, but Lauren was living with her older sister, who had a boyfriend of her own, and would spend the weekend at *his* place, leaving Lauren with an empty apartment from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon.
For the next two months, I would sleep over her place every weekend, and we would fuck nonstop. Literally nonstop. Every Sunday, I’d drive back home with a sore cock that was too sensitive to jerk off for the next day or so. I’d use Monday to Thursday to recover, and by Friday night, there I was again, doing what (I hope) I do best – fucking and eating some pussy.
It’s hard to articulate just how important those two months were, for both of us. We treated it like we were crashing for an exam, studying each other’s bodies, as well as our own, experimenting with every position imaginable (we got a Kama Sutra book and made it our goal to try every single position that was realistically possible…some of them didn’t make sense or were straight up ridiculous).
We fucked on her bed, on the floor, in the kitchen, in the shower – even on the balcony.
She read up on how to do kegels, and would practice doing them with me inside of her.
Every woman has one aspect of her pussy that stands out to me above all else, and Lauren’s quickly became her ability to *squeeze my fucking cock while I was inside of her.* I mean – are you fucking *kidding* me?
We would record ourselves fucking, and watch it immediately afterwards while we laid in bed recovering, then delete it shortly after.
I’d do little playful moves for her to find once we watched the videos, like make silly faces during doggy that she didn’t realize I was making until we played the video back, or if she was riding me with her back to the camera, I’d point to her ass and give it a thumbs up as she rode me, then she’d laugh hysterically and slap me as we watched the video.
Everything was silly and pure and playful and harmless. There was no romance or passion involved (actually, I’m not even sure we kissed), but rather two inexperienced people playfully using the other’s body for educational purposes with no strings attached.
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